i had a vision once
on the super chief
god sat smiling
in the dining car
and when i meet someone
i long to talk of this
and all the crazy things
that make us what we are
instead we'll chat
of this and that
of politics
favorite flicks
and california wine
i'm awkward
and i balk
at such inconsequential talk
hey by the way
what's your sign?
ew rooms new rooms
i hate new rooms
i never know
what i will find
i ring the bell
thinking what the hell
then i chicken out
and change my mind
and just as i'm
about to leave
the door is opened wide
then with pounding pulse
and sweating palms
i find myself inside
ew rooms new rooms
i hate new rooms
i never know
just where to look
i go to a shelf
get hold of myself
and pretend to read
a boring book
as though my life
depends on it
what made me come tonight?
afraid no one will talk to me
afraid someone might
and then we'll chat
of this and that
of politics
favorite flicks
and california wine
i'm awkward
and i balk
at such inconsequential talk
hey by the way
what's your sign
the other night
another new room
feeling caught
and cramped for space
a hand touched mine
timid and fine
but when i turned
to see his face
too many images interfered
too many people pressed
but someone felt
the same as i
dumb and dispossessed
someone else
is lonely to
at least we know
we're not unique
perhaps some time
in another new room
we'll meet again
and speak
of all the crazy things
that make us what we are
god sat smiling
in the dining car...